The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1887-06-10

a word Of allusion to it in the old lady's
neatly kept memorandum book.
And to Matilda's exquisite modification
Mr.. Rufus Burton, after a decent period OF
time had elapsed, delicately gave her to
understand that lie did not feel able to
marry at present, and that, sooner than
bind her by the trammcls of a long en-
gagemcnt, he considered it better to re-
lease her from her troth.
Just as you please said Matty Martin,
with true New England spirit.
All the tears she shed were wept in Sc
cret, to the great disappointment of the
neighborhood, who were looking out with
some interest to see il Matilda Martin
would pine any, now that Rufus Burton
had mittened her.
But she didn't. Instead of that she mar
ried Alya Dean, who had always loved her
from a child.
4 amt college learned like Rufus Bur
ton, he said, but / love you. Matty, and
I'll be a good and true husband to you,
see if [ amt
The newly married couple came to live
with the Martins at the old homestead, for
Hosea was getting old and rheumatic, and
Mrs. Martin could not bear the idea of
parting with her only daughter.
Time crept by, Hosea Martin and his
wife grew to be white haired old people,
and Alva Dean had prospered on the farm,
and built a new barn up on the hill, when
one day he said to his cherry checked
wife:
Didn't there use to be an old well up
near the big butternut tree, Matty, at the
south side of the barn?'
OF course nodded Matty. But the
curb rotted away, and mother thought it
unsafe. So after the new well by the
house was dug, they filled it up
I've a notion to open it again, said Al
va. The water would be very handy, now
we keep all the cattle there
4 seem to remember that it ran dry after
the new one was dug
4 guess we car strike water if we go
deep enough, said Alva. Anyhow, l
mean to try
The old well was opened-although Alya
Dean remarked, with a groan, that all the
old trash in creation seemed to have been
poked away there.
Bottles. said he, and broken nosed
and cobble stones, and goodness knows
what all. Enough to set up a junk shop
WITH
sAh!' said Matty with a smile, mother
filed it up the same spring that she sold
grandmother's money to the rag peddler.
that never came around again, at a cent
and a half a pound
No use crying after split milk, my girl,
said Alva, brayely.
I'm not crying said Matilda. Don't
you see Pm laughing?
Just then in came little Bess. the young
est golden haired darling of the flock.
%, mamma she cried, look at the
lovely old cracked stone jug that came out
of the old we'll. May l have it? Look.
The cork is sticking in it vel
But it's cracked down the side, dear
SAID Mrs. Dean.
But l can putty it, mamma, like Mrs.
butchers best china bowl. Please,
mamma, may I?' urged the mite.
Mrs. Dean took it up and looked at it
an old, high shouldered jug of drab, with
a SPRAYING pattern of blue dashed down
the side.
L remember it we'll. said she. It used
to stand behind Grandma Martins buttery
shelf. l used to fancy the pattern was like
a blue crab. And we
tOh, mammal cried Bess-
For the handle had slipped through Mrs.
Deans fingers, and the jug fell with a
crash to the ground. But the stoneware
was strong and it separated in two pieces,
following the line of the crack.
It's stuffed full of funny bits of brown
paper, cried Bess.
Mrs. Dean gave a little scream and grew
pale.
'Grandmother's money. she cried. AS
sure as You live and breathe, mother to
Mrs. Martin, who had come limping in up
on her crutch, it's grandmother's money,
put there ten good years ago
1t was true. The stone jug, lying almost
at the foot of the other debris, had kept its
treasure dry and safe; and here, ten years
after the old lady was dead and entombed,
her secret hoard-always intended for
Matilda-had come to light.
A thousand dollars. Not a great sum,
perhaps, bat wealth TO these primitive peo-
pie. And Rufus Burton who had mar
ried a pretty shrew and had just failed in
the grocery business, groaned over what
might have been, and Alva Dean kissed
his wife, and blessed God in his heart; and
Farmer Martin chuekled at his ancient
helpmeet, and remarked, with something
of his old waggishness;
That housekeeping of yours like to
have cost a thousand dollars. Hetty!
While Matilda said, softly:
Heaven bless the dear old grandmoth-
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